Monday, December 29, 2008

Ebonnezzer Stone

The stone came from Germanywhere it was used by physicsin the 2 World Warto channel spiritsin there war against the allys

It had been recovered, first, long before thisby archiologists lost in the pyramidsdown a damp old shaft full of spidersand the dust of a thousend years of solitudethinking there end had come, taking out there canteento take a cyanide pill the water spilledwashing away a tiney crypt which shot blazingknifes of light into there eyescausing one to go blind,and die

The other, Spenser was his name,use a hammer to brake open the cryptand found the Ebonnezzer Stonewrapped in a clothhot to the touchwhen he try to lift it his skin boiled and caught firehe put it out in sandthe rumblings grow louderas the shaft brakes apart and all the bricks start to crash down on himhe thinks hes done for says a prayer before the darkness comes

He awaks thinking it a dream, for hes in a canal below the sphynx waterrushing over himAnd there in his bag is the Ebonnezzer Stone, its case (the one he broken)still in tact, he sees now for the first time the inscription of a demonon its case "wow thats not egyptian" he remarks

When he gets back to his Jeep, no one is there he starts driving, shacking his headat whats happenedin three days hes dead, the Ebonnezzer Stone disappearedThe Germans have it now, the war rages on

After the war it is brought to America by a antiques collector,He thinks its German, he sells it to a little old lady wearing a purple hatwho is a spiritist, who channels spirits and knows what the stone is for her guidetold her. She puts it away, never touches it because she knows its power"its not for now, its for the end times" she will never touch it, mention it to anyone,ever

As a little girl I used to visit my aunt's home, I knew of the Ebonnezzer Stone in her atticeven though she never mentioned it, it was so powerful I could feel its presence,so one day when she was at the market I pretended to be sick so I could stay,I went rummiging in her attic till I found it, it was in a box underneath a old dusty bookshelf.Just as I begin to open it, rays of light shot through the room, leaving black burn marks on the walls where it hitJust then a commotion down below, the door slams open I hear footsteps on the stairs,My aunt screaming my name, she finds me a blood curdling scream as she falls on her knees,"You dont touch that" she cries "You not suppose to find that" she says, then she takes me down stairs and begin to tell the storyWhen its finished Im scared, she says sorry but you had to know, when I die the Ebonnezzer Stone is yours, you are the chosen, you must never look upon it, never tell anyone about it

I have the Ebonnezzer Stone, I learned to use its powers in a sence, I never use the powers for evil only for good. The stone protects my home, once a burglar tried to come in but he immediatly turned to ash which I swept up the next day.

The Stone can be used to channel spirits, some of the most powerful spirits have come into my home. They can never believe I have the stone, they look upon me with scornful eyesSome scoff or shoot a fireball out there nose in distasteBut they cannot harm me, for the stone protects me.I have become the Stone's protector, it lets no one near it but me

The Stone comes from a wall of Pandamonium,it has demonic powers but can be used for good,if I told how it works I could be jeapordising the future ofmankind. So I wont, but I might tell of how its used inchanneling in the future